Damaged goods - Sex Stories

Damaged goods

... thanked him and Melody picked up a beer mat, fraying its edges with a manicured fingernail. "Do you believe in Karma?" "What goes around comes around? Sure." "Am I on the wrong path?" "Bit deep for a Wednesday." "But am I?" "In what way?" "I mean… he cheated and I know about it, but the last three times I've been away I did the same." "So it's three now?" "Did I say two earlier?" Ryan nodded and she shrugged. "Three. Two. Thirty-two. What does it matter? Once is too much. I'm no better than him." Ryan took another slug of his Coke and eyed her. He wanted to empathise but instead watched her lips quiver and imagined them split around the head of his seven inches. It was an odd moment of vulnerability so he chose his words carefully. "The fact you did it might mean it's not the right time for you to get serious. You're fun, you're young – not even twenty-five yet, right?" She nodded. "There you go. Plenty of time for serious later. Get out there and live some more first." She sighed and sank another third of her pint in one gulp. Ryan doubted he'd win a head-to-head drinking contest. In what was becoming a customary trait, she gazed out of the window and mused, "It's not quite what I expected." "So don't waste any more time on second best. End it. Today." She flashed him a dark look. "And ride off into the sunset with who? You?" He dismissed the idea with a wave. "You don't want me." "Shouldn't I be the judge of that?" "Not this time." Ryan deliberately kept his choice of ...

... phrase ambiguous. Not this time could infer there might be another time. Or times. Or that maybe the decision wasn't hers to make and she would have to relinquish control for once, accept fate. To a woman like her, that was exciting. Three small words with big meaning. He iced them with: "And who says you have to saddle up so soon? Plenty would kill for a woman like you, and you know it." Smart. Take the focus off him, but leave things open. Imply that he's not beyond reach of being another admirer under her considerable spell. She nodded slowly, taking a little longer over the remainder of her drink, then put down her empty. "Back in a minute." She rose, smoothed down her dress and headed for the ladies'. Ryan watched her bubble butt go, using the time alone to reflect on whether he'd done enough to tease her. He had to show he was interested but couldn't be easy or she'd move on. As if somehow resistant, yet not impervious, to her hex. He had to remain aloof, calm, confident, but not aggressive. There'd be time for taking control later. If he maintained the course, she'd become his latest dirty pretty plaything. Putty beneath his tongue. That thought sent a delicious shiver racing up his spine. He loved attaining the seemingly unattainable, but right now, she had to be the one to make the decision. All he had to do was guide her to the correct outcome. Just one further nudge. He sank the remainder of his drink and thought about his hands on her curves. Those bountiful breasts ...